Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.